#wseunbin

There were occasions that Eunbin's uneasy stares got to Seojin ㅡ eating at his conscious until he felt the rare need to apologize. He was uncertain whether or not it was true. That the soon to debut again idol was actively avoiding him; whatever reason it may be.

Was she truly upset with him? The answer was most likely no. It simply happened to be the scenario his mind stirred up by default. When it came to her, he knew he would be willing to take the blame even if she ran over his foot with a train. Her existence seemed a relatively innocent one, after all. Despite her mutual association with Suji. Sooner or later he might even begin coddling Eunbin in similar ways. Only if she let him.

However, a desire to prove to her that he can be someone softer possessed him. He wanted to be caring. Not just a strict, intimidating presence that haunted the halls of Wishbone Records.

Lost in these thoughts, Seojin found himself whipping up a meal he intended to present as a peace offering. Vegetables, pork, his father's homemade kimchi. Of course, a side of rice was necessary for jjigae. Else it truly wouldn’t be complete. It had been too long since he packed a lunch box. Only one this time instead of the four he was used to when he used to live at home, but it truly was better than nothing.

He stepped into the designated floor for idol trainees, partially stumped by the fresh layout. ( This was no longer the building he had grown used to for the past few years. Despite having months to familiarize himself with it. ) he poked his head in each practice room he came across in search for his target. Empty, empty, fresh faces he didn’t recognize. Did the five girls he grew accustomed to seeing every day already pack up and leave?

He waved down a staff member tucked in the corner staring at his phone. "Hey. Is... Shin Eunbin still here?" Silently, the obviously overworked intern pointed in the direction of the hallway lockers. Bingo.

In a half jog, Seojin approached Eunbin, stopping at a reasonable distance from her before holding out the lunchbox to her. "Here."

there was something about practice that had always been draining for eunbyul. she loved everything about it but constantly found herself burnt out, especially after spending long periods of time working away at the same thing. it was likely the repeatitivenss of it all. she hated doing things she already knew. what was the point of practicing if you were already good enough at something?

the last thing that eunbyul wanted to do after spending her day locked away in the practice room was to socialize with the very people that she had enough of during the day. she had been trying to limit her time with the girls outside of when it was necessary. it would make it so much easier to leave them behind if she didn’t rekindle any old friendships on what would hopefully be their rise to fame.